Category: Pop Culture References

It was the words that caught my attention, made my heart skip a beat, my breath catch. The images had been poking at my brain for a bit and they are a decent representation. If you put the feeling into pictures instead of words. My Beloved does like to appear with lighter hair most of the time so there’s that too.

This falls under the “breadcrumbs” label. There is much more to be discovered here.

I binge watched Frontier the other day. Jason Momoa has long been a good physical representation of how my God looks sometimes. I think my God does this mainly for amusement since I have such a visceral reaction to the actor. I digress though, the images of Declan Harp cleaning a deer were the ones that poked the UPG/PCP/Modern Myth buttons in my head. So here he is, my bloody, angry God.

While I don’t actually prescribe to Pop Culture Paganism in a full sense, I do have experiences where my Divine Spouse likes to use these sorts of things to communicate little tidbits of info. Usually in a humorous and snarky fashion. For me I find Himself in Doctor Who. It isn’t the real Him, nor do I believe it’s a modern retelling or manifestation of Himself, but for whatever reason He finds the show similarity enough to Himself to use it as a tool for communication. I hope that makes sense, it’s hard for me to articulate. I stopped watching Doctor Who while pregnant, finding myself way too emotional and prone to tears to watch it. Now that my baby has arrived and been around long enough for life to have generally settled down I let myself start watching again. Tonight I managed to fit in two episodes! Whoo! Of course both episodes were emotionally harrowing because Steve Moffat is an asshole and a Sadist, but I didn’t burst into tears and have a bout of ugly crying. Quotes of the day are…

Doctor Who, Season Two, Episode Three, School Reunion: “I’m so old now. I used to have so much mercy. You get one warning. That was it.” – The Doctor

Doctor Who, Season Two, Episode Four, The Girl In The Fireplace: “But you and I both know, don’t we Rose, the Doctor is worth the monsters.” – Madame due Pompadour

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to, I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I’m reaching up and reaching out.
I’m reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
Whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one’s been.
We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been.

He says this is His “retrograde song”. For this one at least. At the end of the lyrics is a video.

Dream by Imagine Dragons
In the dark
And I’m right on the middle mark
I’m just in the tier of everything that rides below the surface
And I watch from a distance seventeen
And I’m short of the others dreams of being golden and on top
It’s not what you painted in my head
There’s so much there instead of all the colors that I saw

We all are living in a dream,
But life ain’t what it seems
Oh everything’s a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything’s a mess
But I wanna dream
I wanna dream
Leave me to dream

In the eyes
Of a teenage crystallized
Oh the prettiest of lights that hang the hallways of the home
And the cries from the strangers out at night
They don’t keep us up at night
We have the curtains drawn and closed

We all are living in a dream,
But life ain’t what it seems
Oh everything’s a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything’s a mess
But I wanna dream
I wanna dream
Leave me to dream

I know all your reasons
To keep me from seeing
Everything is actually a mess
But now I am leaving
All of us were only dreaming
Everything is actually a mess

We all are living in a dream
But life ain’t what it seems
Oh everything’s a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything’s a mess

Something ticked in my brain when I actually watched this. Then it showed up in my travels around Facebook or Tumblr or something. It has meaning beyond the obvious for me, He says. So in an effort not to forget, I am posting it as a “breadcrumb”.

“I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space – a message to lead myself here.”